was the most sad times in my life

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11 26, is your birthday, and it is the ninth birthday with you. Many would like to accompany you had a happy birthday. Unfortunately, the night the day you go to work, it may be too tired, you do not want to come out ...... not tell you face to face with the sound of happy birthday, I feel a bit disappointed! Saturday, the day you make it back, it is the only way out.

I'm sorry, dear .............. can not accompany you had a happy birthday! It passed over to .........

remember this year's May 7th,Casque dr dre, is my birthday, when we fight, you are determined to break up with me, then I do not know what is correct,beats by dre, then should I let go and allow you to find one of your own people who are really like to take care of you. That night I thought you had with me a happy birthday, but the imagination and reality is often the contrary, other people think. Guess, a gift not even a happy birthday so I have not received the sentence, I'm doing this year's birthday is the birthday of the most sad, I would rather I do not know, even if it silent colorless in the past, I think the future birthday all over themselves even if a person has.
today,casque beats, Saturday, and yet not feeling well because you have a cold, do not want out, want to accompany you had a birthday, but no chance. Of course, an important body, you are not comfortable, no it is normal, I should pay more attention to you! But I can not,ray ban lunettes de soleil, I do not know how to care for you, I think you should be good to me disappointed.
9 years, the feelings of hard-won, however, the feelings we have problems in the first 9 years, and do not know is that the emergence of a third party, or because of my poverty, or other reasons, you as before the beginning did not like me, you and me, perhaps because the customary 8 years. May 7, 2008, was my birthday, but also me and you have a happy birthday last. After birth, came back from Guangzhou, but you poor because my family's objections, you broke up to me, I was unable to accept, but when I use the death to retain you.
remember I told you it? In fact, imagine that you do not love me, I think I speak not at all true. You and I together, only line you used to have my life, love, do not exist. Or if there is no me, your life is how brilliant. I think birthday, that person has sent a message to you? Maybe he came back from a distance with you have a happy birthday, right? Because he said you would like to hear, do what you love to do, give you a happy day. Honey, I'm sorry, your birthday is not through with you can not personally say happy birthday to you, you can not own hands had prepared a birthday present as early as your hands.

thought your birthday, you'll be looking forward to my ride, but for you, have me accompany you birthday is not quite that important, not quite that happy. Did I, did not matter. Early in the morning to prepare gifts and greetings has as yet not sent to you. With you for nine years, nine years, eight birthday, we had a wonderful time, every year I was the only one birthday wish: I hope that next year today, have you accompany me through the birthday.



to March 24, 2009, and perhaps it is the emergence of a third party, and we began serious emotional problems, was the most sad times in my life, you are determined to break up with me, really divided. However, is not willing to because I, I again threaten you with death, a full six months, and the time your noisy, August 24, 2009,Polo Ralph Lauren pas cher, do not know not a coincidence, is just 24, then you are forgiven I promised to give me one last chance. After that, you say six months, I hurt you too deep, but did you ever wondered, in fact, the whole thing, the people I hurt, you put all the blame on me. Although on the surface and hello back, but my heart every day struggles, I am back with you with what is worthwhile? I have repeatedly thought of giving up,Polo Ralph Lauren, do not know why, I just do not put low that the feelings of more than 8 years.

only beauty .

那种浓浓的茶香

弹奏爱情的和谐旋律


The driver clambered into his seat, clicked his tongue, and we went downhill. The brake squeaked horribly from time to time. At the foot he eased off the noisy mechanism and said, turning half round on his box--
"We shall see some more of them by-and-by."
"More idiots? How many of them are there, then?" I asked.
"There's four of them--children of a farmer near Ploumar here. . . . The parents are dead now," he added, after a while. "The grandmother lives on the farm. In the daytime they knock about on this road, and they come home at dusk along with the cattle. . . . It's a good farm."
We saw the other two: a boy and a girl, as the driver said. They were dressed exactly alike, in shapeless garments with petticoat-like skirts. The imperfect thing that lived within them moved those beings to howl at us from the top of the bank, where they sprawled amongst the tough stalks of furze. Their cropped black heads stuck out from the bright yellow wall of countless small blossoms. The faces were purple with the strain of yelling; the voices sounded blank and cracked like a mechanical imitation of old people's voices; and suddenly ceased when we turned into a lane.
I saw them many times in my wandering about the country. They lived on that road, drifting along its length here and there, according to the inexplicable impulses of their monstrous darkness. They were an offence to the sunshine, a reproach to empty heaven, a blight on the concentrated and purposeful vigour of the wild landscape. In time the story of their parents shaped itself before me out of the listless answers to my questions, out of the indifferent words heard in wayside inns or on the very road those idiots haunted. Some of it was told by an emaciated and sceptical old fellow with a tremendous whip, while we trudged together over the sands by the side of a two-wheeled cart loaded with dripping seaweed. Then at other times other people confirmed and completed the story: till it stood at last before me, a tale formidable and simple, as they always are, those disclosures of obscure trials endured by ignorant hearts.